"I'm really sorry Amica mea" Seker mumbled still standing above Bethel
Bethel let out an animalistic growl, surprising the others and also Seker "Oh you 'will' be sorry very soon enough. When we are done with this fuckin ritual, i'm coming for you, you little piece of...." Bethel's words got caught up in her mouth as she released an ear blocking scream.
Apparently Seker had just started the incantation.
While Bethel had been ranting, the Angel of death had used an ancient dagger to make a clean cut on his palm making his blood to drop to the floor. Just like the first ritual, the blood of the ancient god had formed some sort of symbols on the ground and had started climbing up the skin of bethel. Although this time, all the symbols were flowing to one direction, her back.
"Mark my word
